I see the eyes of a troubled heart
 staring back at me
 as they begin to cry
 Am I listening?
 I've seen my troubled soul, growing old
 with this heart of stone
 cracking over time
 I wasn't listening
The blind lead the blind
 the deaf cannot see
 What you say behind those eyes
I just ask myself if it helps
 this mind of mine
 to wither with the time
 and every tragedy
Welcome to my wasted life
I'm running out of Air
 I'm fightning just to breathe
 I strain to see
 the reason I'm alive
 the reason I should breathe
My desperation grows...grabs ahold
 so enlightening
 to an optimistic mind
 that is listening
 this tortured soul, doesn't know
 the plot will always grow
 thicker over time
 so just keep listening
the blind lead the blind
 the deaf cannot see
 what you say behind those eyes
I just ask myself if it helps
 this mind of mine
 to wither with the time
 and every tragedy
Welcome to my wasted life